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⠀⠀⠀for the first time in so long, it was just you and wilbur. there was no rowdy tommy running around and yelling, and no loud technoblade rambling on and demanding attention. it was just you, wilbur, and the crackling fireplace.
⠀⠀⠀you and wilbur were laying together in the small bed. he was humming a tune, and you were simply listening. you weren’t sure when it changed from an innocent moment, to something more. you wouldn’t complain, though. his hands was on your body, and yours were tangled in his hair. before long, wilbur had pulled off his shirt, and was removing yours too. he stopped though, when he found a particular scar. one that you had hidden, and one you wished you could forget.
⠀⠀⠀“the letter t…” wilbur traced the scar before he leaned away from you, “is it for techno?”
⠀⠀⠀you nodded hesitantly, “it’s not what you think—”
⠀⠀⠀“you don’t have to explain,” wilbur sighed and grabbed his shirt, “you and him were always the closest. i’m surprised i even got you alone tonight.”
⠀⠀⠀you followed suit and pulled your own shirt on like wilbur had. you tried to place a hand on his face, but he turned away. while technoblade was your best friend, it had always been wilbur you had feelings for. at least, that’s what you thought.
⠀⠀⠀“can i explain?” you asked, looking down at your lap nervously.
⠀⠀⠀wilbur wordlessly nodded, and you exhaled deeply. it wasn’t quite a pleasant memory. it was your first big fight with your best friend, and it was perhaps the thing that finally began to drive the two of you apart.
⠀⠀⠀“it was a few months ago…”
⠀⠀⠀you began to tell the story.
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[ flashback ]
⠀⠀⠀“technoblade never dies!” your friend was practically screaming.
⠀⠀⠀you had never feared technoblade. you didn’t fear him when phil had to break up your sparring matches as a child, you didn’t fear him when he accidentally took his anger out on you. but now, at this very moment, your dear friend was a stranger. looking into his eyes, you didn’t see technoblade staring back. you saw someone blood thirsty.
⠀⠀⠀“youre an idiot,” your tone was steady and emotionless, “you are mortal just like the rest of us.”
⠀⠀⠀he let out an evil laugh, almost doubling over. you didn’t join in the laughing, you just stood there and stared. you were still in your full netherite armor on, and you gripped your sword tightly.
⠀⠀⠀“oh,” technoblade stopped laughing and looked between your expressionless face and your hold on your sword, “you weren’t joking.”
⠀⠀⠀without saying anything else, you dropped your sword. you tossed your shield to the side, snatched off your helmet, unhooked your chest plate. before long, you were standing in front of technoblade. you were bare, almost. the only thing protecting you from the cool breeze was a thin shirt, a pair of pants, and socks. you put your fists up in a defensive manner and raised an eyebrow at techno.
⠀⠀⠀“let’s see how /perfect/ you are without any armor, weapons, or potions.”
⠀⠀⠀technoblade followed suit and dropped his own weapons and armor. the two of your grappled and wrestled for a while. having grown up with technoblade, you had memorized many of his go-to attacks and defenses. you were by no means a perfect or even /great/ fighter. you just knew technoblade. with one mistake of his, you swiped your leg at his ankles and he fell over. you quickly straddled his torso, and whipped out a pocket knife. you carved your initial into the slightly exposed skin of his upper chest.
⠀⠀⠀“memento mori,” you said when you pulled back, “remember you /can/ die. if i had been an enemy, you would be dead—”
⠀⠀⠀your sentence was interrupted by technoblade quickly reversing the situation. you were pinned beneath him, and your snatched your knife from you. without saying anything, or breaking eye contact, technoblade began to carve a small T into your collar bone.
⠀⠀⠀“memento mori.” he said quietly.
⠀⠀⠀before you could reply, he got up and tossed your knife to the ground. you laid there for a second, wondering what exactly had just happened. technoblade didn’t offer you help, he just gathered his things and left you laying in the middle of the woods.
[ flashback over ]
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⠀⠀⠀wilbur finally looked up to meet your eyes, but his face was unreadable. that memory of you and technoblade was something you had wanted to take to your grave, so telling wilbur wasnt exactly something you had wanted to do.
⠀⠀⠀“will please say something.” you pleaded.
⠀⠀⠀“he loves you,” wilbur sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “hes loved you forever, and i… i shouldn’t be here with you. it’s not right.”
⠀⠀⠀“what are you saying?”
⠀⠀⠀“bro code, y/n. goodnight,” wilburs voice was impossibly soft, “i’ll be back tomorrow to take you to him.”
⠀⠀⠀wilbur didnt wait for you to say anything. he stood up from the bed and grabbed his things. you wanted more than anything to get up, and pull him back to the bed. but your couldn’t force yourself to stand up.
⠀⠀⠀“what about what i want?” you couldn’t look at him, you were afraid you’d cry.
⠀⠀⠀there was a moment of hesitation from wilbur, but he shook his head.
⠀⠀⠀“goodnight, y/n. sweet dreams.”
⠀⠀⠀with that, wilbur walked out of the small house and left you to think about what— about /who/ you wanted.